Jouno eventually settles on leaving the knife open, the sharp blade reflecting in the dim dorm room lighting. Dazai is right to trust him at least that much. Jouno only does what he can get away with, and right now, that isn't cutting up the face of his 'study' partner.
"I don't know," Jouno answers, irritation clear in his voice. He despises being laughed at, and really, he has no clue why he'd agreed to help TetchÅ. "I suppose I was feeling generous."
Jouno moves so the knife finds the hem of Dazai's shirt, cutting a small hole just at the hem. He doesn't bother to ask if it's a shirt Dazai likes; he doesn't care if it is. The blade cuts swiftly through the fabric, careful not to scratch any of the bandages that Jouno knows lies beneath.
"You're considering asking Nakahara-san then." Jouno doesn't need confirmation; Dazai is predictable in that way. As much as he and Chuuya bicker, Jouno isn't unaware that there's something there beneath the fighting. What that something is simply remains to be seen. "That sounds like a headache."
Flipping the switchblade closed for now, Jouno pushes the sleeves of Dazai's now open shirt down over his shoulders. "I'm interviewing my roommate. It's what I exchanged for helping him study." A laugh follows, small but audible. "At least it will be a fairly simple project."
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Date: 2022-05-09 08:13 am (UTC)"I don't know," Jouno answers, irritation clear in his voice. He despises being laughed at, and really, he has no clue why he'd agreed to help TetchÅ. "I suppose I was feeling generous."
Jouno moves so the knife finds the hem of Dazai's shirt, cutting a small hole just at the hem. He doesn't bother to ask if it's a shirt Dazai likes; he doesn't care if it is. The blade cuts swiftly through the fabric, careful not to scratch any of the bandages that Jouno knows lies beneath.
"You're considering asking Nakahara-san then." Jouno doesn't need confirmation; Dazai is predictable in that way. As much as he and Chuuya bicker, Jouno isn't unaware that there's something there beneath the fighting. What that something is simply remains to be seen. "That sounds like a headache."
Flipping the switchblade closed for now, Jouno pushes the sleeves of Dazai's now open shirt down over his shoulders. "I'm interviewing my roommate. It's what I exchanged for helping him study." A laugh follows, small but audible. "At least it will be a fairly simple project."